Chapter 7 Lingering

"Actually, I live next to Rongcheng University, can you accompany me back?"

Zhuo Suxin secretly made a decision.

He agreed, took off his clothes to cover Zhuo Suxin's head, and the two of them ran into the rain together, and soon came to Zhuo Suxin's rental house.

Pushing open the door and coming in, seeing that this room was so simple, Fan Zhiyuan couldn't help but feel a little distressed, and at the same time a little regretful.

He said gently, "Are you going to live here this year?" ”

"No, I just moved in the last two months." She explained.

The rain drenched her hair, and her dark hair stuck to her snow-white face, which looked particularly charming and moving in the dim light.

Her clothes were almost all wet, and the snow-white skin on her exposed arms was delicate and smooth.

The delicate body kept trembling, becoming more and more delicate and charming.

She mustered up her courage and rushed forward to hug Fan Zhiyuan tightly, and Fan Zhiyuan felt like an electric shock.

The atmosphere inside the room was very ambiguous.

He tried to push Zhuo Suxin away and said to her, "Suxin, you go and change your clothes first." ”

Zhuo Suxin shook his head, padded his feet, and stretched out his arms to hook Fan Zhiyuan's neck tightly.

If you have to marry Hang Jiasheng, then it is better to dedicate yourself to the man you once loved and leave a night of beautiful memories.

Her eyes were as beautiful as black grapes and as crystal clear as spring water.

With a melon seed face and delicate and tender cherry lips, a beautiful and delicate chin and her fiery delicate body, Fan Zhiyuan is also at the age of blood and strength, how can he withstand it?

He stretched out his arms, wrapped his arms around Zhuo Suxin's slender waist, and gently lowered his head to kiss her lips as red as roses.

Dry firewood is on the verge of fire.

The thoughts of a year of separation turned into a raging flame and burned here.

The two of them hugged and kissed tightly.

Zhuo Suxin was like a snow-white and docile little lamb, let him hold it, and gently closed his eyes.

The whole body trembled involuntarily, and the beautiful face became red, and the heart was even more shy, after all, it was the man he loved in front of him.

Zhuo Suxin could clearly feel the changes in Fan Zhiyuan's body.

"I'm sorry, I was too impulsive just now."

Facing the goddess he liked, Fan Zhiyuan didn't dare to offend her, he just wanted to hold her in the palm of his hand, and never thought of ravaging her.

He said with some annoyance, and prepared to leave.

Zhuo Suxin's hands wrapped around his waist and muttered, "I'm ready, I want to ......" His face was crimson, and his voice was almost inaudible.

The passion and heat wave in Fan Zhiyuan's chest were ignited in an instant, and when she was immersed in shyness and pleasure, suddenly an electric current came from her lower body, blood stained her skin red, and Fan Zhiyuan's breathing became rapid.

Zhuo Suxin was pressed against the wall, his hands tightly hooked Fan Zhiyuan's neck, and the two of them wandered together in the sinking desire......

I don't know how long it has passed, Fan Zhiyuan let out a low roar, and his stiff body relaxed.

Zhuo Suxin frowned tightly, her long eyelashes were shining with tears, she looked pitiful, soft as boneless, and the whole person fell into Fan Zhiyuan's arms.

At the age of eighteen, she went from being an unmarried girl to a woman.

"Su Xin, I didn't control myself......" Fan Zhiyuan's face was hot, and he didn't dare to look up at her.

He had always cherished her, and he wanted to hold her in the palm of his hand, but now he had leaned her against the wall and asked for her in such an environment, and he felt full of apologies.

Zhuo Suxin shook his head, tears streaming down his face.

He picked up Zhuo Suxin, went to the bathroom, and leaned her against the sink.

Two minutes later, the two of them fell into the peak of desire together.

"So happy......" Zhuo Suxin's tears flowed out.

After taking a bath, Fan Zhiyuan carried Zhuo Suxin to the bed, and she lay there delicately and weakly, like a delicate flower that had been ravaged by a storm.

It's good to be young.

"I hurt you just now, I'll be careful next time." Letting her headrest rest in the crook of her arm, Fan Zhiyuan said gently.

Next time? Is there a next time? Zhuo Suxin didn't know what to do.

"Do you still want me?" Zhuo Suxin asked him with a wink of long eyelashes.

Maybe this is the last time the two of them have met, so why not linger on it.

"I don't want to ......," Fan Zhiyuan replied unexpectedly, but his body involuntarily resisted Zhuo Suxin, his body was honest.

"Then you want me fiercely, don't pity me." Zhuo Suxin said.

Give me an unforgettable memory. She didn't say that.